The Jupiter Dwellers
By GILBERT MAPENGO MWANGUKU
Rotten and forgotten
Mealing once a day
As if they are on a fasting session
Jam-packed as they sleep
Like maggots in a filled latrine
Stinky is their world
Can’t even remember their toilet pose
As the bucket on the corner waits
Ticks host a party on them
No where to escape indeed
In white as they handle the donkeys job
Making one believe they are angels
Scars cover up their bodies
Addled with the most miserable pain
Invoked on their mare skins
By the so-called caretakers
Masked with only one hope
Better days are yet to come
As they testify the hell on earth
The place called a reformatory
Is now meant to be a deathtrap
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